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Speaker 2: On this episode of Wild in Bed. As Strangers to Lovers,
erotic fantasy, the hint of supernatural magic, Dylan is lost
and confused. He has no memory of his life before
a few weeks ago. Everywhere he looks, there are only gray,
passionless people. His world is now dead empty until a
mysterious woman captures his attention. A woman that brings him
back to life. But who is she and can she
help him discover what really happened to him to make
him forget Hi. It's Devlin and welcome to another episode
of Wild in Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction,
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go ahead and take a nice, deep breath and hold
it from her and then release it with a sigh,
letting go of all that tension, all that stress. For
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your time for sensuous satisfaction, your time to discover your
inner passions as you listen to my voice and enjoy
the story moving through your body. He knew it from
the minute he stood next to her on the isle
of the plane. Suddenly there was an overwhelming sense of life,
a bright light in his otherwise dark world, this darkness
that had felled his life for the past few weeks,
The world moved in such a vain haze of confusion,
gray clouds that seemed to pass for people's existence, mundane
lives that had no light, no desire, no passion. Then
somewhere in the mists surrounded him, she appeared. It wasn't
his choice to sit in her seat, he was compelled to,
and when he had, when he felt the warmth of
her presence so close to him, the gray miss started
to disperse for the first time. Dylan didn't want any
of this, but had his life ever been different, He
vaguely remembered parents and brothers too. He thought, no, he
didn't think he was sure, But was that a hundred
years ago? Two months ago? Time just seemed to slip
through his fingers like sand. Every time he tried to
focus on when this all started, or even worse life beforehand,
he just became more confused and got the most god
awful headache. In a bid to preserve his sanity at least,
Dylan had quickly learned to accept that the gray world
that surrounded him was now his norm. It may or
may not have been his life before, but it certainly
was his life now. That was until he saw her.
Did she hold the answer? Did he really want to
find out the truth of his torturous existence? What sin
he had committed? That? Was this bad? For the first
time since he could remember, which was omittedly only a
month ago. There was color in his existence. He had
to find out more. This woman must hold the key.
There was an opportunity to get closer to her, to
talk to her in a cab. He tried to time
it so they both jumped in at the same time,
and he was going to suggest sharing the cab, but
the driver being over enthusiastic and the woman scared by lightning,
so he took the cab ride alone, asking the cab
driver to pull over. After just a few minutes. Dylan
had decided to run back to the airport and catch
her before she got another cab and disappeared from his
life forever. A sudden wave of color swamped his senses
as a cab passed them. She was in there. Every
instinct in his body told him she was follow that cab,
he said hurriedly. The driver shook his head and eyed
him suspiciously in the rear view mirror before setting off.
The rainbow center of her presence occupied the steps leading
up to the hotel they pulled up outside of and
intoxicating warmth that dragged Dylan from the cab. Once inside
the hotel foyer, he was suddenly hit by a wave
of senses, each one coming from different directions, Pummeling every
sensibility he had. Dylan could do nothing but take a
seat at the bar and order a large whiskey to
calm his nerves. Hypnotized by the waterfall of color that
surrounded him, Dylan could only immerse himself in that rainbow
that veiled the hotel. Hours passed, endless, gray people passed by,
all insignificant, But still, somewhere in the distance, beyond the rainbow,
there was something else that consumed his thoughts. There was
another color, another sense, something more powerful, something that demanded
he pursue it. He was surprised to see the strange
woman return to the bar. He stared at her for
the longest moment, studying her, expecting her to be the
source of his attraction. To his amazement, she wasn't. The
woman stood tall toward him, but was momentarily distracted by
a hotel usher. Dylan took the opportunity and left the
bar in pursuit of the sense that attracted him so intensely,
Stalking the corridors of the hotel, knowing its destination by
the growing intensity of the color trail, he followed like
a wolf stalking its quarry, Traveling deep into the depths
of the building. He eventually found himself in front of
a door, caressing his fingers over the wood. The door
looked just like all the other doors he had passed,
but it felt different, almost like the wood breathed with life.
A heat tingled in his fingertips, echoing through his body.
He gasped at the sensation. His whole body resonated with
the energy moving through him. Reaching down for the handle,
he was surprised when it moved in his hand, despite
him having no key. Fop fingers of light cascaded from
the hallway into the darkened room. Despite being near pitch
black inside, Dylan could sense a rainbow of color dragging
him forward into the room. Taking a deep breath, he
stepped inside, the door swinging shut behind him, the whole
waylight disappearing. He took a moment before his vision adjusted
to the darkness. Somewhere in the shadows of form became clearer.
A person that radiated this color. He longed for so
much he could not deny it. This need permeated every
cell in his body, a strange, previously unknown need for
life that burned through his body like a wildfire. Trying
to maintain sevility, This was another human being, after all,
not some animal to slay and devour, Dylan managed to ask,
what's your name? The woman, as the person most definitely was,
judging from the silhouette of her body, seemed unsurprised by
his presence or by his demeanor. I am Mercy, Lord,
she replied, her voice silk and soft, even in the
darkness of the room. The colors of vibrated and her
body captured as attention. He stepped forward nervously. Whatever this
desire was, he was stronger than he was, he realized,
reaching out her hand, his fingertipped near her body, A
crackle of electricity moved between them. Mercy moaned gently at
the sensation, as if Dylan had caressed her in the
most intimate way possible. Uncertain, Dylan pulled his hand back.
What the fuck, he whispered to himself. But something else
occupied his mind, a lust, primeval and dark, to feed
upon this woman until every carnal desire was spent, something
that pressed him forward. Not please you, lord, Mercy asked.
Shocked by her question, Dylan's focus returned to himself briefly.
His body was already responding with such a painfully strong desire.
His erection pressed at his pants, eager to be released,
desperate to have his fill of this woman. Somewhere in
the back of his mind, what remained of his sensibility
insisted he ask her what was going on? What had
happened to him? What was this madness? He had sunk
into Why did she call him lord? An insistent voice
that fell silent, quashed by the sheer force of his lust.
For a moment, the sense that filled the room dimmed,
as if she had breathed it back in. Oh, you
must certainly do, Dylan replied, and with those words the
room was full of the dark color again. Not just
the fragrance of her desire, and that was already all
too obvious, but the sense of her heart beating a
little faster, the tension in her thighs as she squeezed
them together. He had been with women before, he must have,
but right now he could not remember a single one,
and he was damn sure it wasn't anything like this.
As he reached to touch her again, he realized her
back was turned toward him, something that had been hidden
by the shadows. Still weary, he traced a finger down
her naked spine, her back, eyes so eloquently in response,
her moans fueling his desire. Her scent occupied his body,
not just of her lust that was almost equivalent to his,
but the scent of her femininity, her being, her soul,
he thought briefly. Suddenly he felt like a predator. Stalking
his praise in the shadows of the night, A cold
truth filled his mind to night, you'll feast on her.
His lips found the curve of her neck, caressing it.
The sense of her heartbeat pulsed along his tongue as
he traced warm, wet circles over her shoulders. Herrass pressed
back against him, pushing his erection as she gyrated her hips,
slowly forcing him harder, something he wouldn't have even thought
possible until now. His battle with the rise in beast
inside him was one he was quickly losing. Something made
him want to submit to these desires, to take this woman,
to feast on her delights, to ignore all the concerns
of how far he might go, or whatever state she
might be enaughter. Increasingly, the intoxicating effect of his lust
superseded any sane rationale. Biting on her neck, the beads
of perspiration that decorated her naked skin had a salty
hint to them, a taste of how delicious her pussy
must taste, he thought to himself. Sliding his hands over
her shoulders, he brushed her rec nipples. The woman bent
her head back in a beautifully erotic response, the caress
of her hair against his ear, sending a fresh wave
of desire cascading through every cell in his body. The
warmth of her body against his melted away the last
remnants of his reluctance. Dylan finally submitted to whatever this
beast was that occupied his soul. A ground dropped from
his lips as his hand moved slowly over the curves
of her stomach, the gentle clutching of her corn clearly
evident under his finger tips. Damn, he could feel the
trembling desire already moving through her body as she pressed
harder against his erection. The fragrance of her feminine lust
intoxicated his mind, pushing him further. Mercy reached behind her,
her hands squeezing between their bodies, Pressing along the tented
material of his pants. She squeezed his hard cock, rubbing
the pad of her thumb over his tip. Who was
this woman? What did she want? As if she read
his mind, she whispered, I want to submit to you.
I want you to feed on me until you are seated,
the heat of her breath tormenting his senses. With his
free hand, Dylan released the buckle of his pants hurriedly
unzipping them to release his erection. Mercy turned in his arms,
her hands, pushing his jacket off over his shoulders, letting
it fall into a crumpled pile on the ground, puring
gently into his neck, the vibration of her lips tormenting
his lust. She pushed her fingers along his shirt, releasing
the button, slowly running her fingernails through the mass of
his chest hair, before her fingernails discovered his nipples, pinching
them while she kissed warmly along his neck. His pants
and shirt both fell to the ground, leaving him as
naked as Mercy. He tried to make out the color
of her eyes as she looked up at him, but
all he could see was the rainbow of color veiling
her body. Slowly, she kissed over his chest, her lips,
her tongue, exploring him, his body pulsing with desire. Dylan
ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her tight against him.
Mercy pulled his ring nipple between her teeth as her
hand slid over his stomach, finding his erection, her fingertips
dancing along his length, teasing every inch of him as
she traced the tip of her fingers anels along his
throbbing erection, kissing down his stomach. Mercy fell to her knees,
biting gently on the soft flesh of his thighs, her
hair brushing his cock, sending bolts of electricity through his body,
his mind a mist of lust. She had said she
wanted to submit to him, but he didn't really feel
like the one in control at the moment. The heat
of her breath brushed along his erection, her moist lips
kissing him gently, sucking him, the edge of her teeth
dragging up and down his shaft. Fuck, he moaned, circling
his cock with her tongue. Though torment of her mouth
forced his knees to buckle slightly as she slid their
lips over him. Desperately, Dylan thrust his hips forward, feeling
her take his length into her throat. Responding, she slid
her lips along his hard cock, her tongue teasing wildly
at him. But for some God's saken reason, this wasn't enough.
Pulling her up, he pressed her back against the wall,
his mind filled with one image, one desire. Kneeling down,
Dylan bitten on the soft flesh of her in her thighs.
The scent of her desire so close it fueled his need.
Hearing her moanes as his lips explored her folds, sucking them,
biting them, Dylan ate hungrily at her wet pussy. Suddenly,
his body, his mind filled with the sensation of color
he had experienced earlier. His body pulsed with life once again,
desperate for more, his tongue whipped at her clip, punishing
it for seducing him with his need. Mercy moaned loudly,
crying out her pleasure as her swollen pussy throbbed around
his lips, his tongue pressing between her folds, their rejuices
covering his face, Sucking her clit with voracious need, Dylan
wanted deeper, He wanted more. Whatever this was, he needed
more of it. Sliding his hands underneath her thighs, he
lifted her up the wall with the strength he didn't
realize he had, pushing her legs over his shoulders. Mercy
wrapped her thighs around his head, pulling him tightly against her.
Wave after wave of orgasm cascaded through her body as
Dylan drank every drop of her pleasure like a beast possessed.
His body glowed with the energy her pussy gave him.
Flipping her on tall force, he stalked behind her, growling
with a low resonant tone. He felt his satisfaction already complete.
But this was different. This was a cardinal need to
mark her, to make her his. Running his hands over
her back, he pressed his ract cock against her still
trembling pussy, before pushing deep inside her. Repeatedly, he thrust
with wild abandon every movement harder, faster than the last,
the tip of his cock kissing every inch viciously of
her throbbing pussy. In beautiful response, her pussy clutched at him,
heavily massaging his girth as he fucked her deep in hard.
Orgasm came without warning, a mass of energy that exploded
inside Mercy, filling her with his seed. Closing his eyes
as he listened to his panting groans of pleasure, there
was suddenly a memory a woman laying upon a stone.
The light of the moon caressed her naked body. Her
head dropped back over the edge, her lips rouged and welcoming.
As he looked over her body, another man stood between
her legs, tattoos adorned his body. Muscles flexed as he
pushed her legs apart roughly. In the shadows that surrounded them,
Dylan could make out several other naked men, all firmly toned,
all obviously aroused. Dilan shook his head. Was it a memory,
a fantasy? Pulling back from Mercy, Dylan leaned against the wall.
The gray mist had all but gone, and he felt
more alive than ever. Damn it, he could fill his veins,
pulsing with energy. Despite the darkness in the room, Dylan
could make out Mercy watching him with a look of concern.
The room was fertilely pitch black, but she could still
see her. How you are satisfied, lord, she asked, What
is this? What is happening to me? Dylan growled, confused.
Close your eyes again, my lord, you'll remember what this is,
Mercy suggested, as she crawled across the floor, her hand
moving over his chest, her head pressing gently against him.
Dylan was confused. There was no two ways about it.
Fucking this woman wasn't his satisfaction. To his surprise, he'd
got little pleasure from it. Tasting her pussy was all consuming.
It had fulfilled him in such a way. He just
couldn't describe it had breathed life back into his body.
He couldn't say why he actually trusted Mercy. He just did.
She seemed so innocent, so submissive. There's something in the
back of his mind told him this might not be
the case. Closing his eyes didn't let his mind drift
back when it all started. So part two of our
little Cereal. I hope you're enjoying it. So where did
it begin? For Dylan? What was this all about? Getting
more and more serious? I hope you're enjoying it anyway.
So next week, the next installment. I look forward to
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